| Shoot off your mouth like a roman candle
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| Hotter than hell you’re too much to handle
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| You’ve taken this too far
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| And now you’re shooting your own star
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| I’m saying goodbye like an ocean waving
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| Running away from my constant cravings
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| You’ve taken me this far
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| So now I’ll lick my wounds and disarm you
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| «Hey Boy» you say
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| «This is the last time you’ll get away
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| You know you’ll make it up to me for this
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| You’ll have to make it up to me.»
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| «So you stay where you lay
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| This is the last time you’ll get your way
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| You know you’ll make it up to me for this
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| You’ll be alone again and you’ll regret we ever kissed.»
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| Blowing your smoke like a chimney steaming
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| Hot air balloon out of fuel you’re screaming
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| You’re too far off the ground
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| You can’t see the sky for the clouds
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| I’m stalking myself like a wolf who’s wearing
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| A sheepish disguise calling bloody Mary
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| I’m too far to be gone
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| And I’m so sick of holding on
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| «Hey Boy» you say
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| «This is the last time you’ll get away
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| You know you’ll make it up to me for this
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| You’ll have to make it up to me.»
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| «So you stay where you lay
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| This is the last time you’ll get your way
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| You know you’ll make it up to me for this
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| You’ll be alone again and you’ll regret we ever kissed.»
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| You’ll never be happy again
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| What’s the difference if I’m coming home tomorrow or if I’m coming home today?
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| I’m not coming home to stay anyway
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| What’s the difference if I’m seeing her tomorrow? |
| I’m still seeing her today
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| I’ll be making up excuses either way
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| There comes a point when you don’t even have regrets
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| It’s only things you haven’t done
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| MIstakes you haven’t had the chance to make
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| What’s the difference if I’m killing time tomorrow
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| I’m still killing time today
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| At least I’ll take my time, I’ll survive another day |